War XLVIII

Aiden didn't flinch.

He stepped forward, sword gleaming with the culmination of his power. A single, decisive slash.

Light met darkness in a silent collision—no explosion, no roar of clashing energies, only the quiet hum of absolute certainty.

Nihil froze. The abyssal force that had erupted around him… shattered.

A fine crack ran through his body, expanding as golden light filled every part of him.

His form broke apart—silently, completely—until nothing remained.

The battlefield stilled. The oppressive weight of the Abyss lifted, the lingering darkness fading into nothingness.

Aiden exhaled, lowering his sword. It was over.

Nexus approached cautiously, scanning the area for any lingering traces of Nihil's existence. But there was nothing. No remnants, no echoes, not even a whisper.

Rick's voice crackled through the communicator. "Is it done?"

Aiden sheathed his sword. "Yeah."